Day 23
A slugabed morning for all of us; Don didn’t get up until after seven, me a half hour later, and then Geri, later still. It was some time after my breakfast, quite a while, it seemed, before Don got ready to go for our walk. But, when he did, he put me in the truck and took me back to the great field where we went yesterday. He knows how I like big, grassy open fields, where I can run as long and as far as I want. I saw a bunny, but he was on the other side of a barbed wire fence, and I knew Don would yell at me if I tried to chase him. I did get a chance to scatter some ducks that were in a pond by running right down to the edge of the water, like I was going to run into the pond and go after them. Don knew I had no intention of doing any such thing, so he didn’t yell at me. I had a really good time running, sniffing and rolling in the grass.
When we got back to the coach, Geri was vacuuming the floor and wouldn’t let us come in. I was a little wet and had some grass and leaves in my coat from rolling in the wet grass, so I understood her concern. We stayed out and Don picked some of the crud off me so that I would be acceptable to go into the rig. When we were finally allowed back on board, I tried to lay down for a nap, but I overheard them talking about going to Tarpon Springs for lunch. Lunch is a word that always gets my attention, so I got up and asked Don if it was really time for lunch. He told me that it wasn’t quite time yet, but he assured me that I would get my lunch before they left. True to his word (as he almost always is), he gave me my lunch just before they left, and I laid down for an overdue nap. They left some nice music on the radio for me, and, of course, the air conditioner was running.
They got back from their outing just in time for my dinner, which worked out well. They had a big Greek meal in Tarpon Springs, and weren’t going to cook dinner; no plates for me. After my dinner, Geri took me out for a walk around the park, and we met some nice people and even some nice dogs. I could get used to this place. But the talk I hear is that we’re hitting the road again tomorrow, going to the East Coast. That’s funny; I’m just a dog, and don’t know geography very well, but I thought that that’s where we already were! Well, we’ll see what happens.